“Caroline, you know how much I admire your talent as a sculptor. Your eye, the dexterity of your hands creating a work of art, it just staggers me.”
“Thank you, my love.”
“And what an honor it is that you would use my body as your model, your muse.”
“Seeing you laying there, gloriously naked and open to me, how could I choose otherwise?”
“It’s just that maybe you should go a bit more abstract.”
“Why?”
“I just saw old man Connor out on the porch trying to fuck your pussy pumpkin. Again.”
